golden-silver pumps were slipped onto her feet and she strolled to the gun container on the far wall , punching in a code pattern in an empty space of wall beside it , amazing herself slightly that she knew it instinctively before she remembered a method she had thought up which allowed her to withhold information during torture ; she simply did not know such important information as passwords in her conscious mind , instead codes and secret locations were as part of her instincts .