[Caught in the middle of planning an excursion south, Pepper's response to the video comes at a delay. Still, have one poised businesswoman, the pickup showing a backdrop of books and shelving in some sort of archive.]

The ship responsible for housing us all in the pods like the one you woke up in crashed at least a century ago, and the crew seems to have died in the crash.

That said, it at least had the decency to crash on an inhabited planet, if a war-torn one, so the locals have both food and housing set up for new arrivals until we can find our feet. My name is Pepper Potts, and if you'd like any questions answered, I'll do my best with them.