She looks at you in an exasperated manner - "are you trying to get yourself killed?
Don't you know jazz is considered to be degenerate and negroid by the Nazis?
It's a good job no one is listening and that I know who you are". Consider yourself are reproached and very fortunate!
She hands you a locker key.
To keep your cover, and to kill some time, you buy her another drink and have an advocat yourself.
The barman seems to be paying you a lot of attention - finally he asks you if you like the Kandinsky hanging on the bar wall?