Victoria wouldn´t mistake a mummified Egyptian cat or dog or crocodile for a mummified human, but she´s no expert paleontologist, either. The hand - it is exposed up to about an inch above the wrist - looks human enough, bust just from the hand, she couldn´t tell if this is a real human or some sort of primitive proto-human caveman. The full skeleton could probably tell her more, but it is buried under the sand drift. Trying to pull it out may or may not make the hand come off instead, brittle as the skeleton probably is - but fortunately, there are all those strong men around who are no doubt itching to prove their masculinity by doing all the heavy digging for Victoria...
Professor Caine steps closer to Victoria and takes a look at the hand. "Not quite what we expected - or is it?"
There are no doors visible, but at the foot of the tallest ziggurat, there is a recess of some sort. It is hard to tell, with the sun so low this early in the morning and with one of the smaller ziggurats casting its shadow on the side of the bigger one, how deep the recess is, or if there is any kind of door, open or closed, inside it.
Space isn't remote at all. It's only an hour's drive away if your car could go straight upwards. Sir Frederick Hoyle
Earth is the cradle of humanity, but one cannot live in a cradle forever. Konstantin Tsiolkovsky
Man has earned the right to hold this planet against all comers, by virtue of occasionally producing someone completely bat**** insane. xkcd #556
Just like people, stars can be very important without being terribly bright. Phil Plait, "Bad Astronomy"