"Yeah, I'll be sure to be careful around here. Make sure you don't hurt yourself, either."
Leaving only those words, Juliana left to go explore the ruins on her own. Whitebone wasn't terrible company, but she did like to have some time to herself once in a while. Plus, this way each of them could examine whatever interested them without slowing the other down.
For Juliana, the first hour or so of exploring was... uneventful, to say the least. The closest thing to relics she came across were a few pages from various books scattered across the ruins. Unfortunately, they were all rendered essentially useless for one reason or another. Some of them included diagrams that were near impossible to understand without proper context, while others were written in a language that had likely been forgotten over such a long period of time. The most common problem, though, was that the pages were burnt beyond recognition. Regardless, Juliana decided to gather them up and keep them in case they proved useful at a later time. Mostly, she just didn't want to walk away from this place empty-handed.
As luck- or perhaps fate?- would have it, something unusual eventually happened. Juliana was searching around, trying to find buildings that were actually accessible, when a familiar sensation washed over her. She stopped dead in her tracks, trying to recall what the cause of that particular feeling was, when it hit her.
Iron.
Yes, the sensation was unmistakable. Juliana was approaching something made out of iron. The question was, where exactly was the object located? She couldn't simply try feeling around with her hands, as she would end up burning herself if she touched it directly. That really only left her with one option, which was to wander around like an idiot until she felt the sensation get more powerful.
Faaaaaaaantastic.