Doc looks pointedly at the little kumbaya circle he's sitting in and then looks back up at Constantine. Sitting in salt circles and yelling at dark corners of rooms is apparently not what desperate looks like, so he's not sure what to expect when they arrive at the point of desperation.

"What were you doing, before you came here?" Exorcising, demonologising and mastering the dark arts? Doc isn't sure what that entails, exactly.