While Thor might not necessarily admit to patrolling the many halls of the station, his eye-opening experience (pun, perhaps, intended) has left him with a greater sense of responsibility and compassion for the islanders. No, they were not Asgardians. They were, however, his people. These many years of strife had pulled each member together into a community, a nation; a realm. Knowing his own realm was safe in the hands of some other Thor who was like him in every way and yet had no idea any of the station, island, or Man existed, Thor could dwell with ease here. More or less.
Meandering the halls on his path he soon rounded a corner and came face to face with Stark. A smile broke out upon his face and his arms immediately opened in greeting. "Stark!" he called. "Where have you been hiding?" he teased, clearly glad to see the man.