Maybe, but you should still be nice to your feet. They do a lot for you.

[ Not dissuaded from helping, Rokurou piles some more cans into his arms before padding off to find a good basket. ]

You’re not a bother. We should help each other out—we’re stuck here together.

[ An aisle over he finds what looks like a basket. His expectations had been something woven with straw, like back home, but the plastic red basket on the floor seems to fit the bill. He pokes it with the tip of his toe before depositing the cans inside and then brining it back for Kaneki to take. ]

Here, this should do the trick.