A twitch of his fingers took care of the fruit that threatened to hit the back of his helmet, sending it careening over toward one of the occupied tables. Kylo wasn't here to make friends. He didn't know why he was here at all, beyond the brief explanation he'd been given. But he did know that he couldn't let Dameron cow him, especially not when they were both in the same position of being pulled away from their galaxy and into a place they didn't understand.
Besides, apart from everything else, he still had his power, he still had the Force.
So he finally turned toward Dameron, his tray held in one hand and the other rising up to make another small motion, this one a throwing motion. It still wasn't with his complete strength but it was enough to throw him backwards toward the wall. Hopefully, his head would hit, hopefully, Dameron would go down and stay down so Kylo didn't have to risk punishment by being even more violent with him.