This was a bad idea.
In between all your noises and panting, you spot something in front of your face. An orb. A tiny green one that floats in the air. You try to paw at it, but—your hand goes right through it. More of them appear, slipping and flowing in a whirlpool in front of you.
And then she appears. The cavern is illuminated by the glow of a sandy orange gecko being floating before you. Stripes of beige run up her tail and forearms and terminate in the off-white skin of her underbelly. Her bodysuit's striped gold along the midriff and throat and leaves her arms and legs bare. Her eyes open, revealing huge, brilliant, speckled orbs running the gamut of cool blues and soft purples in hue. She's there, but she doesn't quite look it—she's seethrough.
Alien is a nice way to put it.