This was why, this was why, she said to herself, chiding her response even as she (ever so slightly) sagged against the arm that snaked around her. This was why she needed to avoid friendships. She'd felt herself slipping away from her duty, felt herself stopping altogether - and she knew if she'd lost Peter, after everything else, she'd have given up on helping anyone else here. She'd have found a place, a nice quiet place, and stayed away, and let everyone else figure out what to do without any interference from her.
Evey felt rather than saw Leeloo kiss Peter hello - on the cheek, she thought, before she opened her eyes and found the strength to pull herself back up and step away from her best friend. He was alive. He was alive, and he was here, and she hadn't lost him, and there was still work to do.
She made herself focus on what he was saying. Her mind was too tired to fight; she just accepted what he said at face value and committed it to memory. She'd be repeating it enough, she was sure, very soon. The next thing for her to do was to track down the others. It could be that some of them were transported away from the TARDIS - like Peter had been - and it could be that there were yet others still in the TARDIS itself.
My God, Andrew Brandt, she thought in alarm. After the trial, they'd locked him up in a room in the TARDIS. Was he still there? Evey telegraphed her intention to Peter as he talked, and tuned in to him just enough to hear his conversation as she slid back to the TARDIS to look for the murderer they couldn't bring themselves to kill.