Frances
"Ahh..." His voiced trailed off a bit there at the end, as she heard it! She finally heard it, and that fact alone surprised him. Most could't, or at least didn't try. "N-nice to meet you, Anabel... Um... I guess." He looked away, staring instead at the ground, where previously he'd been sitting. He wanted to go back to that now, but it was rude to just ignore someoen. Even if she was making him nervous. 
"'M... 'M Allister," He gently said, finally looking up at her. She seemed like a strange lady, and one he didn't recognize from anywhere. Was she a trainer, or...
Jessie
"Your Pokémon seems to be making a loud noise," Anabel said. She then heard the word "Wyndon" Come through the static. Anabel knee where Wyndon was. She had been virtually everywhere on her vacations. But what did this Litwick want there?
Frances
"Hmmm... Oh, I-I see!" He reached over and gave the litwick a pat on the head. "Sh-she's fr'm Wyndon y-you see. She m-must be homesick." And in reply, the litwick seemed to bob back and forth, as if it agreed. Allister frowned, a look of sympathy growing on his face, though it was hard to see under his mask. He reached out and took the ghost type in his hands, before looking up at her, his eyes sparkling. "Y... You *Can* Hear it." Which made him smile.
Jessie
"I lost all of my memories when I was a teenager," She said. "Perhaps I was able to speak to Pokémon in my life before that?" Anabel was interested now. This ability had potential. She reminded herself to look into it more when she got back to her room.