"Maleficent," she responded in a toneless voice. She didn't seem surprised to see the woman and her companion. "Diaval," she greeted, a moment afterward, in the same tone. She didn't seem surprised, and there was nothing of the wariness in her that had been present in her before. Now there was -- nothing. Just nothing. She finally turned to fully face the woman who had intercepted her.
"Thank you for the sleep," she said. She couldn't recall if she'd already said it, but it was only good manners to say it now, anyway. "I feel better." And that was the truth. She could function better; she wasn't paralyzed with exhaustion now.
Evey skimmed the area around them, as if seeing the trees and prehistoric plants for the first time. It wasn't the case, of course; but that's what it seemed to be. "What will you do?" she asked at last. All the others had gone, but Maleficent... Maleficent, Evey wagered, would stay - at least for now. At least until her loneliness drove her toward the beating heart of the City.
It wasn't loneliness that pulled Evey; there was simply nothing here for her now. And Evey was a person who had always had something to do. Even if it was useless. Even if it was stacking supplies in a dying space ship that no longer needed to support anyone onboard. It was the uselessness of her actions that had driven her out, then, she realized. Evey couldn't stand the thought of staying when there was no purpose to it. It was opposite to her nature.