Sam was just as tired. He had so much going on, between the drama with Heather, his training, hunting in general, Bela's arrival, keeping things hidden from his brother, and his research on Pyramid Head that he barely had time to even eat and sleep anymore. The dark shadows underneath his eyes indicated that he wasn't doing so well, as did the notable scratches on his face from when he took on a band of vampires and basically got his ass handed to him because of his exhaustion. Three scratches on one cheek, a nasty bruise underneath his shirt, and various cuts all over his body weren't pain enough in comparison to what was going on inside of him. He could handle the physical pain. It was the emotional sort that made things difficult for him.
Following Jack's lead, Sam walked into the bar and scanned the room. He didn't see her anywhere just yet, but the place seemed big enough. Maybe they'd stumble along Kira soon. Nodding, he slid onto a stool and leaned against the bar. "See her anywhere?"