[ He's never been unaware of the eyes following him as he moves through the ship, though he has maybe been willfully ignorant of all the reasons why people might stare as he goes from one place to another. It's none of his business, really, and part of the sensitivity trainings that are required for moving up the ranks do deal with how to manage a junior member of the crew developing an unfortunate crush. It's not unheard of, after all, being so far from home and crammed into a small space like this with a limited number of crew. The end of most five-year missions involve a lot of weddings for a reason.

He wants to continue to let himself spiral with his anxieties and his anger, but the more sensible part of himself forces him to calm down a little, enough that he can at least let his arms fall down to his sides once more. ]

I don't think that you snuck into my quarters to watch me change or something. [ Well, he didn't before, but now... ] But Loki, can't you see how this is a problem? A flaw in our security system? What if it hadn't been you to try and sneak onboard but someone else? Someone with, perhaps, a less harmless end goal?