It'd take more than a glowing beverage to make Jim Kirk think twice about trying it, though he assumes if it was radioactive, she would've said something. It only seems polite. And for someone who easily could've beat the shit out of him a few minutes ago, it would seem dumb to poison him now.

He hasn't noticed the painkiller part of the drink quite yet, assuming the fading aches are more the part where he's not being pummeled anymore. "Sure, just gimme a minute." It's been a while since he's played pool, but he's pretty sure he remembers how. Unless the rules she knows are different, naturally.