Kirk quickly shoves his pondering on the subject of any possible offspring aside, something to be fretted over another day.

"Uh, yeah," he answers. "Kind of obvious. I'm something of uh... Well, you could say my name's in the history books where she's from."

A low class, Romulan miner had known who he was. Name, ship and reputation. A century later and the lowest on the farthest outskirts of the quadrant knew who he was.