You better run and join your brother John
Alexandria didn't know what a stereotype (equivalently, a cliché) was, and she was all the better for it.
(Perhaps Taion knew [he should, shouldn't he? all a bit of the same], but he hadn't yet told her.)
If she knew, she might be quite teenage-pastiche steamed at just how embarrassingly easy it was for her painstakingly analytical attention and focus, that of a perfect squared-up commander, to be so irrevocably garnered by the roguish, undisciplined, wildly incorrigible penultimate-termed Undying Blade.
Everything annoyed Alexandria. Ashera annoyed Alexandria. But knowing that her annoyance was comical would have annoyed her most of all.