Dameron flew back into the wall and hit with a satisfying thud that had Kylo smirking underneath his mask. There were people around now, looking at them, some with surprise, some with fear, and that was fine. Let everyone know that Kylo Ren could handle himself against even very minor threats posed by flying fruit. Let them know that he wasn't someone to be messed with, wasn't someone who would cow just because he was in an unfamiliar place.
Kylo loaded up his tray sedately as Dameron got his breath back. Oatmeal, milk, and two of those strangely shaped yellow fruits; it should be enough to hold him.
Dameron recovered and came back to him, puffed up with bravado and Kylo rolled his eyes underneath the mask. "Watch yourself, Dameron." He said, cool, calm. "You'll only make problems for yourself, not for me." He was the powerful one here, he was the one who wielded the Dark Side of the Force. And he reminded Dameron of that by reaching out with his mind, brushing along the sides of Dameron's mind, just a touch, just enough to remind him of what had happened the last time they'd encountered each other. And then he was sweeping away to find privacy to take off his mask and eat, uncaring that he had just caused a scene.