"That thing has a name that's eighteen letters long?" Adam asked, giving her a look. "You made that up. It's probably actually called the blood pressure pumpy thing and you just said something in German to make me look like a moron." He gave her another look then took a bite and shrugged. "Probably so, but can you blame people?" He knew his blood pressure would be through the roof. Despite it not being the prison he was in before, Adam was in no way any less anxious. "I get that. People call me Sam or Sammy, after my last name. It gets seriously confusing."