[A pause. Constantine eyes the bag in his hand and then the vending machine before him. He pops open the bag, takes out a Single, Small Onion Ring, and places it on top of the machine.]

There. An offering. Hope these ghosts like onion powder.

[He wonders if it'll be knocked to the ground if the machines get restocked....anyways. He takes a step back, placing a ring in his mouth and crunching on it.]

What d'you think'll happen if one of these breaks down? He can't just chuck the whole thing in the ocean...right?