A yellow flash appeared in mid air, and after moments, a figure stepped out. This figure was a woman with black hair and hazel eyes. She didn't give off any oddities unless one counted the pale gray lab coat she was wearing over blue jeans and a solid red shirt. Over her shoulder was a satchel containing a few pencils and pens, a notebook and a small, but thick book. Her simple shoes made soft sounds on the stone ground as she took a few steps forward. Before she went any further, the young woman shuffled through her bag and pulled out her notebook. On the front cover, it was labeled [I]Nala Turner [/I]. She flipped through a few pages and scribbled some information down.

"Barren. Grey. Angel statues... angel statues." She circled that in order to look it up later. 

Nala pushed her long black hair behind her ears and she tucked a pencil behind the left ear. She slowly made her way through the barren city- the ghost city- glimpsing at all the stone and crumbled statues. Her excitement increased when the ones that looked new were all fresh and untouched. Hopefully, when she looked at it, it would reveal somethings about...at least the city. Luckily, one statie did have the name of the city: 
Vishnu. 
That was scribbled into her notebook as well, before replacing it with the book. "Hmm, anything on Vishnu?" Her informational book couldn't provide anything and she sighed. "Truly a forgotten city. I must peg this as a place to research." 

She was a curious woman; always wondering how things worked and why. Being able to teleport through the dimensions helped with that most of the time, but it did get fairly quiet doing it all alone. So, to every dimension she jumped into, she would always make a friend just for the sake of it. Currently, Nala was perched high in order to see the entire area at a good distance from where she perched. It was then when she saw the flash of hair and someone walking away. "Whoa, someone is here?" She raised a curious eyebrow awaiting for something interesting to happen. But seeing that never happened, Nala cleared her throat. Instead of calling out, she whistled to get the figure's attention. Maybe they were useful to the forgotten city. 

Or maybe they were wonders like she was. Either way, she didn't want to leave with just the artifact details...though that have been the case. 
Oddly enough, stuff like this was normal for her. She'd always go to different dimensions and ask the inhabitants about the world.