My eye? [Sylvain at first turns around, expecting the voice to come from nearby. When he finally manages to pin it down to the device in his hand, there's a look of bewilderment there.]

Wait -- it can talk? [He picks the Pokegear back up and draws it closer to his face, as if trying to peer into it and find the person speaking to him. It lasts only a second before he pulls it back. He's content to believe this contraption is enchanted, rather than a minuscule prison cell.]

Uhh -- nothing's wrong with my eye. Not that you should be able to see me. How did you do that, anyway?