He glanced over at the new arrival. His eyes ran over her before he chose to speak. But when he did? He looked entirely satisfied with himself. "Kathryn," he flashed her an innocent smile of his own. Or as innocent as he could muster. He was supposed to be Sam Winchester, after all. It was time he started playing the part. "It's nice to finally meet you in person."
He gestured off toward the bartender, who gloomily bustled on over to their side of the bar and away from the drunken banter that was going on at the other end. "Get the lady a drink, will you? On my tab. And I'll take another." He tilted his half empty bottle up, then settled back a little as the bartender waited for Kathryn to request whatever drink it was that she wanted.