Clifford Nobles was speechless.He'd never seen that many socks in one place. He doubted he'd seen that many socks in his entire life. And they were Christmas presents, if the disembodied voice he was hearing was telling the truth. An aside, while Cliff might seem to be taking a floating voice in stride overly well, as a cowboy with a magic gun who got shunted off across "deemenshuns" and whatnot he questions his sanity enough that hearing voices is laughably minor in comparison. Going back to the socks, that many of them across three years meant that Our got...a whole lot of em per year. This wasn't just a careless last-minute thing, this was cold and calculated spite.

That sad fact aside, even Cliff had some good memories of Christmas past with his father even if he preferred not thinking about him at all, the bundle of socks did make a...well not ideal but still serviceable rope. He hoped. It seemed sturdy enough, like they were meant to be used that way, but that was just crazy. He still wasn't sure whether that was good or bad anymore. Moving on, he nodded to the oddly smug-looking fellow and proceeded to bumble his way around tying the man up. Clifford wasn't actually very good with knots, and the paranoia of the man waking up and breaking free made his hands work twice as incompetently as usual. 

By the time he was done, the nameless faceless Umbrella security guard was safely tied by what could only be described as a nigh-impossible, neo-gordian knot that Alexander wouldn't have known where to start cutting. "So, there we go, nice and tight".