Schuldig is sitting in a rather comfortable chair in an otherwise blank room, just seeming staring off into space. His eyes are rather unfocused, and the cigarette in between his fingers? Completely untouched. There's a nice pile of smoldering ash on the thankfully uncarpeted floor, right underneath the cigarette.
He picks up a stray thought, one that interests him, and he smirks, finally bringing the half-finished cigarette to his lips to take a drag.