He couldn't explain it, he just knew. "It isn't really strict," Longshot said. "So long as I have good intentions and I'm trying to help other people, it's usually good." He shrugged again.
The explanation of why he was Werewolf was kind of weird. "There's no cure for it?" he asked. "That is unlucky. But it looks like it has some good sides. Like the fact bullets don't hurt you for long. That has to be nice."
Longshot shook his head. "I wish I could help you there," he said. "But I don't remember anything. I don't even know how I got to Red Light." He laughed as Domino slapped Werewolf's ass. "A lot of creatures have amazing sense of smell. For hunting and tracking. It kind of makes sense, since you have other traits like a predatory creature. So it isn't strange for you, right?" There was the 'knowing things without knowing why' bits.
He smiled at the offer of a tour. "I'd like that, thanks," he said to Domino as he eased himself off the bench. Longshot winced at the pain in his side. "On second thought I probably better rest. Another time?"