Sam was being too hard on herself. This was exactly what this new person on the block needed. As evidenced by the way she immediately tossed the bottle back and began to chug.

Of course, it would make sense that without all the other properties of being an Asgardian, her fortitude for drinking wouldn't necessarily be where it had been. But there's nary a flinch as she drinks the burning liquid back, gulp after gulp, without stopping until it's completely drained. Only then does she lower her arm, messily swiping the back of her hand across her mouth to catch any excess.

"Not bad. Got a bite to it."

That's an understatement, of course, but she seems content enough with the immediate settling tingle in her system. Oh yeah. Yeah, that's better.