Yes (She Seems Rather Nice)

She seems to be a good lady, only wanting to help you feel better, a good Samaritan showing you some much needed hospitality instead of turning you away. You should be gracious for her aid, especially in this dangerous environment where it would have been just as easy to turn you away. The drink does smell sweet with a honey or vanilla scent about it. No reason you can't at least try a quick sip of it.

You pull the cup up to your lips as they separate and drink it down with a few gulps, lifting the cup at an increasing angle to your face, downing it all until the plastic container it came in was emptied. It must be some kind of vanilla, with maybe a hit of cinnamon possibly brown sugar, or even a dash of shaved milk chocolate. Either way, it tastes much better than it looks and has a pleasant lasting after taste of whipped cream. It has been a minute since you've last had a sweet treat like this to enjoy. "Mmmh... Th-thank you ma'am. I'm feeling better alre- nngh..."

Your stomach rumbles a bit, taking notice of the new substance that flows down the route to your gut with a warm tingle. You set the cup down on the near by table and wait a moment just to make sure this isn't a potion or charm, a little burp slipping out just before you can say anything else in response.