I can't help but feel that Tomato Neely sounds more like the heroine of a 60's spy-girl movie...someone who'd go for long brunches with Modesty Blaise, Fathom, and The Girl From U.N.C.L.E and spend the time discussing trenchcoats, hotels in Bulgaria, and the latest in poison lipsticks...than a handbag...even if the bag in question meshes functionality with good looks (and utilitarian brown leather with dashing red patent).

Of course, a spy girl needs something to carry her poison lipstick and cosh around in...